by Sophie Oak
He pressed his finger in. Mouse gripped the back of the settee, hoping she didn’t damage it by digging her nails in. It was such a wicked sensation. It was pain and pleasure in a single package. That finger was ruthless, tunneling in and stretching her.
Trev continued his exploration. “If you aren’t interested, I understand. You can take her pussy. I don’t mind fucking this ass. It’s a pretty ass. It will be my pleasure to take it over and over again.”
“Fuck, no. I want to try it now. I just never thought of it that way.” Bo sounded outraged at the thought of only having access to her pussy. She bit back a little laugh.
Suddenly the fingers retreated. “Then put that plug against her ass and work it in. Do it slowly. Just a little bit at a time until she accepts it. I’m going to clean up because our sweet sub is going to take care of me before you monopolize her time. I assume you want to fuck her.”
“Hell, yeah. I might not ever stop.”
“That’s why I think I should take what I can,” Trev said before she heard him walk away.
Something harder than a finger pressed against her anus.
“Don’t tense, Mou…Beth. Don’t tense up.” Bo held the plug against her ass, but she could hear a strain in his voice.
“That’s hard when someone’s pressing plastic in your bottom.”
“Don’t make me laugh, Beth.” The plug pushed in a little and pulled out, gaining ground with each stroke. He fucked her with the plug. “Baby, I’m so happy to be here with you. I love you, Beth.”
Her heart swelled. “I love you, too.”
She’d said it to him before, but it was different now. It was real. This wasn’t about friendship. It was about forever.
The plug slid home, and Mouse sighed. Tension prickled along her spine. She was so damn…aware. Aware of her body—every inch, every nerve seemed alive. Aware of her heart. She was so full of hope.
“Isn’t that pretty?” Trev’s voice returned. “I love the way that looks. Beth, love, remember what I said about clenching?”
“Yes, I’m not supposed to do it.” She would have to keep Trev away from the herb section of the grocery store. He seemed to be far too creative.
“In this particular case, I would clench if I were you.”
She gasped as he tugged her up, and found that she did need to clench to keep the plug from sliding out. He leaned down and hooked an arm under her legs, hauling her up against his chest. She looked up into his face. Trev McNamara was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen. He belonged on the cover of a magazine. His pitch-black hair fell over his brow. Stark blue eyes looked back at her. He looked like a fallen angel.
Bo looked like he was still hanging on to heaven. Dark-blond hair and a perfect face stared down at her. He wasn’t as tall as Trev, but his shoulders were broader.
“I think we should take this upstairs,” Trev said. “She’s made the bedroom somewhat comfortable.”
That was damning her with faint praise if she’d ever heard it. “You should have seen it before I got hold of it. Let me tell you, Maudine didn’t believe in comfort.”
Trev started toward the stairs. She had to wrap her arms around his neck. She felt so small in his arms. She’d never felt as delicate and feminine as she did when Trev carried her around. She also had to work to keep the plug in her bottom.
“Don’t lose that plug.” Trev’s slight grin told her that he knew she was struggling. Then his mouth flattened. “Bo worked hard to plug that pretty asshole.”
He took the steps quickly, Bo following behind. “It wasn’t hard. I could totally do it again.”
“Not the point, Bo.” Trev swept her into the bedroom. “Tell me something, Beth, love, have you ever had a man in your mouth?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
He placed her on the bed, the soft cotton of the comforter a pleasant coolness on her backside. “I’m honored to be your first, darlin’. Bo, help her to her hands and knees. She’s going to suck me off, and then she’s all yours. Feel free to play with her all you like. As long as she takes care of me, you can do whatever you want.”
A long, slow smile slid across Bo’s face. “There is something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”
She had to take a deep breath. Bo’s hand came out, and he helped move her into position. It wasn’t easy. The plug didn’t really want to stay in her backside. Bo’s hand slid between her cheeks, pressing on the plug, making her nerves jump with the deep-seated sensation. She got to her hands and knees. Trev stood at the foot of the bed, his hands at the fly of his jeans. Slowly, he eased the zipper down and pushed the jeans off his hips along with the boxers he wore. His cock bobbed out, the thick, heavy organ already rock hard and slightly wet at the tip, as though the play they had performed had affected him as much as it had her. Trev’s big hand stroked his cock from base to bulb, forcing a little bit of pre-cum to squeeze from the tip. His cock was gorgeous. She wouldn’t have imagined just how beautiful a dick could be, but she adored Trev’s. It was plum colored, and she could see the vein that ran across the stalk throbbing. His balls were tight and round, so heavy they swung with his every stroke.
“This shouldn’t take long, girl. I swear, I’ve had sex every way, in every damn position, but one look from those big eyes of yours and I feel like I’m fifteen and just trying this out.” His free hand came out to pet her hair. “You make me crazy, Beth. You have no idea how much my life changed when you walked into Patty’s.”
Bo chuckled behind her, his hands sliding along her legs. He’d gotten out of his clothes, too. “I knew we should have tried the Burger Barn that day, but no, Beth just had to have Patty’s pie.”
Trev’s smile lit up her whole world. He didn’t smile often, but when he did, it shone from more than his face. He looked younger, less burdened, when he smiled like that. “You should be thankful. I suspect if she hadn’t needed a slice of Patty’s pie, you wouldn’t be about to taste her.”
“High five to that, my brother,” Bo said.
Beth gasped as he slid between her legs, and she felt the first long lick of his tongue.
“Oh, my god!” Her womb clenched. Everything that was feminine inside her seemed to light up at the slow caress of his velvety tongue.
“Fuck, you’re sweet, Beth. I always knew you would taste so sweet.” Bo’s words reverberated against her pussy. She heard him groan before he pulled one side of her labia into his mouth and gave it a suckle.
Her arms shook. Bo was eating her pussy. That was what they called it. She’d imagined it would be horribly embarrassing, that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it because she would be worried about how she tasted, if she was smothering him.
That wasn’t the way it was at all. She couldn’t think of anything past how soft and warm that tongue felt on her pussy. And the sounds Bo was making didn’t make her think she tasted bad. He was sucking at her flesh like it was the sweetest peach he’d ever tried, and he didn’t want to miss a drop of her juice.
Trev brought her attention back to him. “It’s my time, darlin’. If I don’t get in your mouth soon, I’m afraid I might just come all over my own stomach. We’ll go easy this time. Tomorrow, not so much. Tomorrow, I’m going to tie you up, and you’ll suck both of your Masters. Your belly is going to be full of cum.”
She felt Bo’s soft shout of approval against her flesh as Trev pressed his cockhead to her lips.
“Open up for me. Take me in.”
She opened her lips, Trev’s cock slipping behind her teeth. He was big. Even the head of his monster cock stretched her jaw open. She let her tongue come out to taste him for the first time. Her senses were surrounded with his touch and taste and smell. He’d obviously had a shower out at the ranch. He smelled clean and masculine, all soap and musky man. Pre-cum pulsed on her tongue. It was salty and warm. She lapped at the little slit on the head of his dick, begging for more of his taste.
“God, Bo, she’s a fucking natural. Her mouth is so hot
. It’s so fucking small.” Trev’s voice sounded strangled. His cock fucked into her mouth in short strokes. He held her head with one hand, his cock with the other. She’d only taken a quarter of him, and she was already struggling. But he tasted so good, she wouldn’t even think about stopping.
Bo’s tongue fucked her pussy, spearing her, making her gasp around Trev’s cock.
“Oh, she liked that, man. Do it again.” It seemed Trev could feel her pleasure.
A long stroke of Bo’s tongue had her writhing. She fought the instinct to sit on Bo’s face and force him to make her come. It wouldn’t take much. She was so close. Her whole pussy was pulsing with the need to come, but she had to take care of Trev. Bo’s tongue fucked her in long, languorous strokes, each one punctuated with a little teasing lick to her clitoris. It was just enough to make her howl, but not send her over the edge. It was maddening. Beth tried to focus on the cock in her mouth.
“Baby, I’m so close. Suck at it. Suck me hard.” Trev’s hand tightened in her hair, and he pulled her head forward, forcing her to take more of his hot length.
She groaned around the cock in her mouth. Trev’s dick took up all the space. She tried to relax. She wanted more of him. She wanted to take all of him in and swallow as he hit the back of her throat, but he was too big, and she was far too inexperienced. She would have to practice. She would have to suck him over and over until she got it just right. Mouse was a perfectionist, and she wanted to be the best oral sex Trev McNamara had ever had.
She gave up trying to get her tongue around him and sucked. She felt her cheeks hollow out as she suckled the dick in her mouth.
“Oh, god, girl, you’re killing me. Just let it happen. Relax. Let me fuck your mouth.” Both of Trev’s hands tangled in her hair. He held her hard and fucked deeply into her mouth. Bo never let up on the slow slide of his tongue. Between the hard, relentless cock in her mouth and the languid tongue in her pussy, Mouse was pretty sure she was going to die if something didn’t let up soon. All the while, Bo played with the plug in her ass, the jangled sensation reminding her that they claimed every inch of her body.
Then Trev groaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest, and warm cum covered her tongue. His cock jerked, giving up its cum in long jets of fluid. She swallowed down Trev’s essence. Again, it was so different than she’d imagined, so much more intimate and wonderful. She had a part of Trev inside her. She had a piece of him filling her. She wasn’t afraid of his punishment tomorrow. She was looking forward to tasting Bo, to learning the difference between them. How would they taste when their cum mixed in her mouth?
Trev’s thrusts slowed, and he popped out of her mouth. She kept sucking as he softened, not wanting to give up her treat. She licked him one last time before letting him go.
“That was amazing, darlin’. I couldn’t have asked for more.” Trev’s breath sawed in and out of his chest. There was a fine sheen of sweat covering that gorgeously cut torso, each rippling muscle a testament to his athletic grace. “Bo, she’s yours. Take her. Fuck her.”
Mouse was on her back in a heartbeat. Bo flipped her over and covered her body with his big one.
“You taste like honey, baby. You taste better than anything I’ve ever known.” His blond hair was cut close to his head, giving him a stark look without his ever-present Stetson. He looked different than her happy-go-lucky friend. He pushed her legs apart with his own, making a place for himself. His cock pressed against her pussy, sliding in her juices. She could still see her arousal on his lips and chin. He didn’t bother to clean up.
Sex was sweaty and dirty and so, so good.
“Bo, don’t you slip inside her without a rubber.” Trev stood at the foot of the bed, watching. He tossed Bo a foil packet. Mouse couldn’t miss the fact that Trev’s cock, flaccid and docile just moments before, was already straining again. It rose from his perfectly trimmed nest of pubic hair, pointing toward her as though she were a magnet.
Bo cursed over her. He sat back on heels and took the proffered condom. He ripped through the package while Mouse finally took in his cock. God, he was practically Trev’s twin. Trev might be a little longer, but Bo’s cock was so thick. She doubted she would be able to close her hand around it. Bo fisted his cock before slipping the condom over it and settling himself back between her legs.
He leaned over and covered her, their bodies touching. Chest to chest. Legs tangling. Feet mingling. His cock twitched against her pussy, moistening itself. He brushed his nipples to hers.
And then he leaned down and kissed her nose.
“I love you. You’ve been half my soul for so long I didn’t even recognize it until you were gone. Forgive me.” His words were a benediction across her skin, making her whole body sing with the recognition of her soul’s mate. One of them anyway. Somehow she’d gotten two. Somehow she’d been blessed enough to have found two men to complete her.
“You’re forgiven. I love you, too, Bo. Forgive me for hiding from it. You should know I won’t let you take it back. You’re mine now. I won’t let you go. I’ll fight for you. And you should tell Clarissa that I don’t share my man. Either of them.”
“Crap, I made a monster.” Trev laughed over them, his cock in hand. “You should watch it, Bo.”
But Bo was still serious. “Not another woman, Beth. I swear it.”
Bo leaned over and kissed her long and hard. She could taste herself on his tongue and lips. His tongue tangled around hers as he thrust his cock up and inside her. He groaned into her mouth, but held himself still, allowing her to adjust to his girth.
She felt deliciously pinned by him. His weight held her down, pressing her into the bed.
“Fuck, I can feel the plug. She’s so fucking tight.” Bo came up for air and looked to Trev, as though trying to bring him into the experience.
“Imagine how it’s going to feel when that’s me in her ass.” Trev’s voice was pure seduction. “We’ll fill her up. She’s going to be packed with cock. We’ll have to be damn careful because no matter what your sexual orientation, the feel of another cock sliding against yours is intensely stimulating. We’ll make her scream before we fill her up.”
“Damn, Trev, are you trying to make me go off?” He looked down at Beth. He flexed inside her, his face contorting with pleasure. “You feel so good, baby. Is this all right?”
No. It wasn’t all right. He was moving far too slowly. It was pure torture. “More. I need more.”
She pressed her hips up, and he slid in another inch or so. His pelvis ground down against her clit, sending shock waves through her nerves. “Please, Bo.”
Bo eased himself up onto his hands. He thrust forward. “God, just a little more, Beth. A little more. Take me all the way to my balls.”
Trev knelt down, his face close to hers. “Relax, you can take him.” Trev kissed her earlobe. “You were made for your men.”
Mouse wrapped her legs around Bo’s waist, hooking her ankles together, watching his face as he slid deeper into her body. He stretched her. He pushed inside like he was trying to fuse them together. She felt so close to him.
“You two look beautiful together.” Trev’s voice whispered in her ear.
Bo found a steady rhythm, his pelvis grinding down on hers. His cock slid in and out. She fought to keep him in. Every long, hard drag of his dick brought her closer to that glorious edge, and then she fell over it. The orgasm covered her body in pleasure. She barely recognized the cries that filled the room as her own.
Bo stiffened above her. His mouth opened, and he called her name while he came, not the one she’d been branded with as a child, but the name her parents had given her, the name she seemed to be reclaiming. He pumped into her over and over again, pleasure evident on his face and in his voice. He finally slumped down, his head nestling in her breasts.
“I love you, Beth.”
And Beth Hobbes knew in that moment that she wouldn’t think of herself as Mouse again. No little mouse ever claimed such men. No mou
se could handle them. No mouse could keep them. But Bethany Hobbes would.
“I love you, too. I love you both.” She put a hand out toward Trev. She knew it was a risk to tell Trev, but she was done being scared. She wouldn’t hide her love. It filled her with confidence and warmth. Her love for these two men was proving transformative. If he didn’t want it, then that was on Trev. She wouldn’t take back a second of the time she’d spent with him.
Trev took her hand and put it to his heart. She could feel it beat under her fingers. “Thank you. I’ll try to be worthy of it. You can’t know what it means.”
He didn’t say it back, but her big, bad Dom had some hang-ups of his own. Trev had been hurt, too. She could understand his reluctance to throw himself in. She wouldn’t let it hold her back.
“Then make love to me.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you sore.” But she could see the longing on his face. His body was stiff with arousal. He didn’t want to walk away.
Bo looked up, his forehead wrinkled in dismay. He nuzzled her breast with great affection. “Does that mean I have to move?”
He said it with a little pout, but he rolled off her. He got to his knees and hauled her up.
“What are you doing?” Beth asked. She’d expected Trev to just roll on top of her.
“I’m sharing.” Bo pulled her back in his arms, his chest to her back. “I’m sharing with my friend.”
Trev had another condom in his hand. His eyes seemed to water for a moment before he shook it off. He ran his hand through her pussy. “Look at that. It’s all pouty and red.”
Bo’s hands found her breasts. He played with her nipples. “I think we should keep it that way. I think one of us should be on top of her all the time.”
Trev moved to cover her. The sweat from his body mixed with Beth’s and Bo’s. She loved the fact that she was covered in them both. His cock found her pussy, and he pushed in. “Always. This little pussy needs a cock inside it all the time.”
Beth wasn’t sure about always, but it felt good now. Trev stretched her all over again. She was sore, but it seemed like just another sensation to be had. Trev pressed in relentlessly until she could feel his balls hit her ass. She was so aware of the plug filling her.
